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 I'm 23 and I have been writing since I was 11. I have always wanted to be a writer but never known how to get into it.
I write romance for mainstream and I've just got into writing SM stories, which I'm more interested in at the moment, plus romantic and Dark Stories. I like to write from home.
I always wanted to be a journalist when I was younger but never got the chance to experiance this as I never went to Uni.
I currently live with my boyfriend in Bristol.
It's because of him that I'm adding this profile now!
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MY ACCOMPLISHMENTS:
- I write a samll article in the Western Morning News during my school days. It was part of our Industry Day, where ever student got the chance to act out their ideal job as if they were part of the real business.
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MY RESIDENCE INFO:
City: Bristol
State/Country: South Gloucester
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BOOKS PUBLISHED:
I stood on the doorstep, bathed in the porch light, gaping at the person in front of me, the flyer in my hand nearly blowing away as I forgot what I was doing.
My hair blew in my face, whipping across my cheeks and eyes and snow fell in my black hair. My eyes were wide with shock and recognition.
Despite my best efforts to block out any unwilling images, my memory cast back to nine months ago.
I remembered being at a club with a group of friends, dancing and laughing with eachother and spilling our drinks on eachother every now and then.
A couple of my friends had been sought out by two men who wanted to dance with them as the slow dances began. The rest of us had gone back to the bar to top up our drinks and catch our breath.
I saw him then, sat at the other end of the bar and talking to a friend.
The music dimmed slightly and the room around me slowed down as he felt my eyes on him and turned around, our eyes meeting and locking.
He was tall and muscular, his hair dark and his eyes like chocolate. It was like I was looking into the bottom of his soul when I looked into his eyes.
His eyes took me in, glancing over my short leather skirt and black halter neck. His eyes rested on my waist, my legs and my hair then found my lips and his eyes suddenly darkened.
I felt my heart begin to pound as I reconised the look in his eyes, and licked my dry lips.
Hastily, I looked away, doing my usual of feeling the need to back of before he thought of walking over to me, but it was too late.
As I accepted my drink, he walked slowly over to me.
I ignored my nervous stomach, and sipped at my drink as I watched him out of the corner of my eye.
He was gorgeous, nearly all the women turned to watch him move. He seemed to have so much power.
I remember a brief conversation, where he said I was beautiful and asked me to dance. I told him he was “fucking gorgeous,” and let him lead me onto the dancefloor.
The music was more up tempo now, and I felt myself relax as he swung me around and whispered sweet comments in my ear, ones that left me blushing and flirting recklessly with him.
I was gyrating, teasing him with my body, running my hands over the muscular chest, his hands grazing my waist and hips, pressing me close to him at every opportunity.
As the song finished, I stopped and stared at him, my breathing heavy and my hands flat on his chest.
I was sure I knew him. Had I worked with him before, dated him before?
It turned out he lived in the same villiage as me, and we’d seen eachother in the local pub, he said, and we’d got on great. Just light chat and a few drinks before we’d gone our separate ways.
I was hypnotized by his lips as he talked, and I interrupted him by telling how much I wanted to kiss him.
I think he pulled me outside, teasing me with gentle kisses as he hailed a taxi and guided me inside.
By then, I was ready to wrip his clothes off. He had a way of touching me, sliding his hands over my curves and making tingle for more of the same, kissing me in the sweetest way and rasping things in my ear that made me melt.
I didn’t feel like me that night. I was wild and passionate and in control. I did wrip his shirt and boxer shorts, and took great pleasure in having him pinned beneath me. His eyes were on fire, his chest heaving with lack of breath.
I kissed every inch of his body, savouring the smooth hot skin against my hand. I teased him so much, he ended up grabbing me and throwing me onto the bed, and very nearly had me begging him for more.
He made love to me slowly at first, letting me feel him and teasing me more. I couldn’t help but grind against him for more.
He had me doggy style, me on top and wrapped around him in the shower the following morning.
He left his mark on every inch of me, my skin burning with his touch.
He told me during that night, under the cover of darkness, how much he’d wanted this and how long he’d wanted me, how he’d wanted to see me naked and feel my lips on his.
I wanted more of him, but a month later, I called round to exactly where I’m standing now, and he was gone.
The little house was being rented out to some student..
All his sweet words and caresses echoed in my mind for months. I tried calling him only to have another woman answer the phone. I never phoned again after that.
I took it that he had a girlfriend and I was a simple one night fling, but I had started to feel something for him. I’d started to fall for him almost instantly.
Now, here I stood, gaping at him through windblown hair.
A sudden anger made me clamp my mouth shut and glare at him. Why had he run away? Why hadn’t he mentioned his girlfriend?
“Holy shit!” Katy, my best friend, exclaimed as she jogged up behind me, her eyes wide and focused on Ben. “What are you doing back?”
Ben tore his eyes away from my angry scowl to look at her.
“Uh, I just got back. I’ve been back for a week now.” Ben replied.
“A whole week?” Katy squeaked. “You kept yourself quiet.” She knew exactly what had gone on between us, and was not happy he’d had a girlfriend, but it was only a fling. I tried to explain to her and convince myself. I had wanted more because it hadn’t felt like a fling to me.
“I’ve been around,” he shrugged casually, flashing a look at me.
Coldly, I thrust the flyer into his hands.
“Here,” I said icily, “ there’s a dance on at the end of the month. We do it every month, so if you wanna come, just read the flyer.”
We always organized the dances of the town. Everybody loved what we organized and couldn’t wait for the next one.
I began to walk away from him, trying to get as far away from him as possible.
“Wait!” Ben called out, jogging up behind me. “What’s wrong with you? Don’t you remember me?”
I stopped in my tracks so suddenly he nearly lost his footing. I glared at him again, my heart pounding with anger and nervousness.
“Ofcourse I do,” I hissed at him.
“So what’s wrong?” He looked confused, stopping to block my way.
“Where did you go?” I asked after a pause of taking him in, and feeling the familiar tingle. “I mean, you left and never told me and then stopped answering your phone.”
“First, I didn’t just leave,” he began, “and second, I haven’t had a mobile for about eight months!”
As I heard the soft voice of the woman in my mind again, I began to stalk passed him.
“You liar!” I cried out. “I heard the girl’s voice on your phone when I called.” I stopped and spun to face him again. “Why didn’t you just say you had a girlfriend?” I was thoroughly confused by his actions.
Ben gaped at me.
“A what?” He exclaimed. He looked back towards Katy for help.
“Don’t look at me.” Katy shook her head. “This is your mess.”
I tried to quicker my pace to get away from him, afraid I was going to reveal more than what I was willing to.
Seeing him again had re ignited all those old feelings and reminded me of all the time I felt something special was starting to blossom between us. He’d started taking me out for evening meals and taking me away from the town.
We spent nearly every day together that month. I felt as though I’d been abandoned and that’s what was making me angry.
“Lisa, stop! Won’t you listen to me for a minute?” Ben called out, trying to catch up with me again.
“There’s nothing to talk about. You made yourself perfectly clear months ago!” I called back to him, storming around the corner and heading down the path to my house.
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Chapter One.
Invitations had gone out weeks ago, they said.
No one could be late. Events were planned for the party. Everything was organized, they said.
The invites themselves had turned up on my doorstep in a small black envelope, my name brailed in sliver on the front of them, and a simple request to turn up at the house in a very specific outfit.
A sleek black limo would pick me up at seven fifteen but they would only drive me to the party in an approved outfit.
I had shopped around in the darkest corner of each shop, and finally found a short latex dress with stiletto boots.
The latex clung to the curve of my waist and my hips, pushing my breasts up in a way that made me blush.
I wanted to cover myself with a coat, I was so aware of myself; of the way the material hugged my figure.
As promised, the black limo was waiting outside my house at seven fifteen exactly.
A knock sounded on the door, and I moved quickly to open the door, tugging on the dress. It was shorter than I first realized.
A tall, broad shouldered man stood on the step. He wore a simple black suit, and offered me his arm, and led me towards the limo.
I couldn’t help smiling at the wonderful treatment as I was handed a glass of wine in the back of the limo.
They were treating me like royalty. This was not what I had expected.
I’d been so nervous and self conscious. Maybe this was just a bit of fun, so why couldn’t I relax?
No one I knew would be there, apart from one woman called Jen. We often chatted at work.
Only briefly, but the party had been her idea, and she’d spoken a lot more to me since I’d agreed to go. She’d been dropping me emails about the kind of clothes I liked, things I liked to do, a lot of random questions, actually.
Now, I was frowning over that as I caught my reflection in the window. I was wearing exactly what they’d asked me to wear without any question.
I was riding along in a limo to a strange house where there was practically no one there I knew…
What was I doing?
A sudden panic rose in me, and I bolted forward, the latex straining against my ass.
“Stop!” I blurted.
The driver shot a look in the mirror at me, and carefully reached back, and snatched the wine from my hand, then the blacked out window rose between us and he could no longer hear me.
I started at my empty hand, and tried to steady my pounding heart and shaking hand.
The car began to slow down suddenly, as two tall black iron gates came into view.
The gates opened automatically, and the car moved through, crunching on the gravel as it began winding up the path.
Trees surrounded us on each side, the only light coming from the open doorway looming ahead as the whole house came into view.
It was an old house, with pointed towers set against a dark sky. There were no lights in any of the above windows, a long set of steps led up to the heavy double doors, and as we pulled up to the steps, I could see candles lighting the entrance, casting eerie shadows throughout the hall, so I couldn’t work out who was who.
My heart was still pounding, but I was intrigued at the sight.
Where was the music? The party lights? No decorations or balloons?
The driver opened the door for me, and helped me out. Again, I tugged at the skirt, and nervously followed the driver up the steps.
I could hear laughter and voices coming from inside.
Maybe this would be okay. It could be fun.
The driver stood at the open door, and motioned for me to step inside.
Hesitantly, I stepped over the threshold and gasped, instantly frozen to the spot in the doorway.
Looking around, I saw every single person was dressed in PVC or latex. I took in an array of long and short dresses, hobble skirts, corsets and even g-strings.
Some guys and girls were wearing collars around their necks, with leads attached.
Some of the people in the collars were on their knees, accepting the ash from those holding their leads, or taking a drink that the ones in power didn’t one, so drinking the dregs or the ends of their drink.
I gasped at the sight of naked flesh. Two women were on their knees by the stairs, taking coats and empty glasses.
Cages hung above them, naked men and women sat curled up in them, chained to the bars and teased by those below with riding crops, and hands with sharp nails.
Gasping, I felt a hand on my arm, gripping it tightly. I felt the nails digging into my bare skin, and I twisted to see who was now pushing me through the crowd.
“Jen!” I cried, my wide eyes taking in her own outfit of long hobble skirt and corset. I couldn’t really think of anything else to say. I was in shock, but strangely intrigued by the sight before me.
“We don’t use names here.” Jen said, without even glancing at me. “I have someone here for you to meet. We’ve been waiting for you.”
“You have?” I could only echo, still staring around me.
“Oh, yes,” she said.
With that and a teasing smile, Jen led me to a quiet corner, hidden behind velvet curtains. She pulled one curtain aside, and a slender, raven haired woman sat elegantly and cross legged on the only chair in the room, behind a small table.
Candles sat on either side of the woman, casting so many shadows over her pale face, it was hard to see her clearly.
She wore a boned black corset, with a stripe of purple down the centre. Buckles pulled tight across her flat stomach and small, round tits.
A long latex skirt clung to her thighs, and flared out onto the floor, revealing stiletto, silver heeled boots.
I stared at her beautiful shape for what felt like an eternity.
She eyed me through narrowed eyes, taking in my outfit, my legs, my body and my face. Her eyes skimmed over my outfit and my shape, taking in every detail.
“This is the one?” Her voice was soft, but authoritive.
“Yes.” Jen nodded. “This is the one I was telling you about.”
A smile stretched the woman’s lips as she nodded in what seemed to be approval.
I looked towards Jen, questions and confusion in my eyes. What was going on?
I was under this woman’s scrutiny, but what for and why?
“I like that dress on you,” said the woman, a fire in her dusky blue eyes.
“Thank you.” I said, unsure of what was happening.
The woman did not smile at me, but rose to her feet, and began circling me, making appreciative noises as she did so.
She ran her long, black fingernails across my flat stomach, making it contract inwards at the sudden, unexpected touch.
She trailed her hand across my waist and lower back, and made a full circle around me.
Her eyes rested on my tits, pushed up from the dress, and I was all too aware of how the dress showed their every angle.
She ran her index finger down my throat and between my tits, eyeing me again.
My breathing was heavy, and my body was responding. I could barely think straight.
What was happening to me? What kind of party was this?
Suddenly, with a force, the dress was shredded down to my navel, and I let out a gasp of surprise.
The woman pulled the wripped dress apart, pushing my breast into the cool air, supported by the broken dress at my sides.
I immediately covered them with my hands, but they wee slapped away.
“Keep your hands down,” the woman ordered, shooting me a glare that made me stare down at the floor.
All I could think about was how much that dress had cost me.
She ran her hands over my breast, sending a tingle through my skin, and stepped back.
“Well,” she said to Jen, examining me like an object, “so far, so good. Where did you find her?”
“At work, Mistress.” Jen replied quietly. “Will she do?”
“I think so,” nodded Mistress. “She needs training, but I think she’ll enjoy it.”
“She’s so untouched, Mistress.” Jen told her, stepping forward. “She has such virgin skin.”
“For now, she does,” Mistress smiled. “She’s not fighting back. She’s very submissive.” She slid her hand up my thigh, and ran her finger over the slit of my cunt.
I gasped, and felt the instant warmth spread there.
“She’s so sensuous.” Mistress continued. “I can’t wait to hear her screams from the beatings.”
“No, I don’t understand.” I gasped, wanting more of that touch.
Beatings? Submission? What was she talking about?
“You will,” said Mistress. “Let’s just see how the night progresses.”
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